Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Everyone of them knew that as time went by
They'd get a little bit older and a little bit slower.
Your father's giving it diddly-dee
District was leaving, intended to die, Ottoman
Long gone through.
They may stop the funding
Place your bets
The original
Afraid she'll die
Great colors for the season.
Who's to know?
Who wants to know?
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9.
I've missed all of that
It makes me a few days late
Compared with, like, wow!
And weird stuff like that.
A man without terrors from beard to false
As the headmaster reported to my son
He really can try, as they do, to find function
(Tell what he was saying
(and his voice was low and his hive high)
And his eyes were low
Alright!
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
(Industry allows financial imbalance)
Number 9
Thrusting it between his shoulder blades
The Watusi, the Twist
Eldorado.
Take this, brother, may it serve you well.
1 comment:
If...
...You become naked...
Hold that line!
Hold that line!
Block that kick!
Block that kick!
I didn't know half of the "lyrics" that you transcribed, but in the 30+ years I've owned the White Album, I've probably listened to Revolution #9 about 10 times. I can still remember the first time I heard it, and I kept patiently waiting for "the song to start". And it never did. And I said "WTF?"
Nice Williams collection. Ted's a dead man, miss him, miss him, MISS HIM!
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